As you know, Bob, I write SF/fantasy/paranormal romance as Nicola M. Cameron and SF and urban fantasy as Melanie Fletcher. The problem is, Melanie has been nagging me lately for more writing time—apparently she really wants to finish Pharaoh of the Lone Star State (an urban fantasy set in Dallas that involves a psychokinetic engineer, an evil and long-dead Egyptian queen out to take over the world, and an Elvis convention. I ask you). I keep trying to explain to her that I have series to finish and readers to make happy, but man she whines.

So I’m going to see if I can’t cut her a little time in February. Or March, depending on how Crystal Reflection and High Tide are doing. As long as she stops wittering on about Pharaoh or her other projects (a time travel caper romp with Lewis Carroll, a take on Frankenstein from Elizabeth Lavenza’s POV, and Jane Austen in space. Once again, I ask you), I don’t care.